Solitary Bones

Wretched bones that rot in tortuous yet compelling distortions contorted to please the devilish duties of the culprit meddling red-stained fingerprints smeared, like paint strokes, taint the carnage with shades of red however, the scene is draped in solitude rendering the skeleton's tale a forgetful mystery oddly enough, the empty holes, served as eyes, fixate their view upwards though all to be seen are tiny stars that illuminate the pitch-dark black of the ceiling but tears, silver droplets of rain, splash in puddles that strike the concrete like invisible bullets at last! White moths, a plethora of beating wings, escape the gaping mouth of the ghastly corpse which keep in mind, has ceased all crying the body lays, content on the soul's journey to the next opened door.

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